Bundle of Angel (6 page)

I whimper, the pleasure climbing a step higher. Closer to me, but not quite within reach. My pussy clenches around Daddy’s cock, milking him the tiniest bit.

“
That’s my girl. You know you wanna make me happy, sweetheart.”

I nod, move a little more, harder and taking him deeper, embracing his dick in my cunt. The slivers of joy slipping along my spine dance around my pussy, plucking at the pleasure strings, giving me more.

“
Yeah.” I sigh and he leans down, captures my lips in a scorching kiss.

Our tongues tangle, tasting and stroking and touching each other, connected and exploring. I moan and gasp into his mouth as he presses deeper into my pussy. Our tongues retreat, lips barely touching as we breathe into each other, share that last bit of intimacy.

My release is there now, pouring through me, massaging me from head to toe, and it’s strong and sweet at the same time. Earth-shattering and the gentlest connection with pleasure I’ve ever had.

The look of joy on Luca’s face simply makes it all the better, just pure and more powerful with that expression that it raises my arousal higher. I keep coming, on and on as he freezes deep in my pussy, cock pulsing and throbbing in my heat and just dragging out my orgasm more and more.

I’m huffing and puffing, sighing his name while his body jerks above me, my name on his lips. It’s so pretty, as if time stops in this very moment.

His cum fills me, and I relish in the additional wetness between my legs, the proof of his desire for me. It’s all there, the touch, the flavor, the scent. Perfection in a single package. One man. My daddy.

But seriously? Fucking Uncle Domani was pretty damn good too.

I’m exhausted, and it seems Luca is as well. He slumps to the side, trail of cum left in the wake of his withdrawal. I snuggle up to him, flop across his chest and listen to the beat of his heart and I inch toward slumber.

I realize we’re missing a body and I raise my head to look around the room. Uncle Domani is sitting in a chair, just putting on his socks and shoes when I spy him. “Uncle?”

“
Go back to sleep, Angel.” He winks. “But thank you for letting me join you two.”

I smile and I’m sure I look like a drunken loon. “It was my pleasure. Literally.”

He rises, shaking his head and chuckling. “I’m sure it was. Remind Luca we have my son’s college graduation in a few weeks, ‘kay? I’m gonna head out.”

Hmm…I have a cousin…

Well, ex-stepcousin.

Interesting.

The End

I’d only thought about sex and cocks when I’d packed for this trip. Yummy lube had been transferred to TSA approved bottles and my toys were in their lovely bags, all tucked away in my carry-on. I also managed to sneak in a couple of “real” toiletries, along with a cute dress and single pair of heals. Just in case the airline lost my checked luggage.

Of course, when I was shoving all of this into my bag, I wasn’t thinking about how hard it would be to get it past security.

Now I’m a proud, card-carrying slut, but I’m not about having my stocked suitcase rummaged through by some stranger.

I’m standing in this tiny cubicle, the top half of the walls held by Plexiglas, so I’m able to see my daddy, Luca, leaning against the wall, a small smile teasing his lips as he stares at me. I can’t help it. I stick my tongue out at him. The ass. How dare he make fun of me!

I’ve never been on a freaking plane before. And I’d gotten the information from the airport’s stupid website, damn it. It said I was allowed to fill three ounce bottles.

I just didn’t get much further than that.

Like the fact I was only allowed to have enough bottles to fill a quart-sized bag. Which meant that the fifteen bottles of lube I’d packed were a smidge too much.

The guy who brought me to this gray-hued hell leaves after dropping my case on the steel table…and just my luck…in comes Big Bertha.

The woman pushes past me without a simple “hello” and yanks at the zipper.

“
This your bag?”

I lick my lips and swallow past the lump in my throat. “Yes, ma’am.”

See, I can totally have manners when I want to.

“
Uh-huh.” She flips over the front flap. “Has your luggage been in your possession at all times?”

“
Yes, ma’am.”

“
Has anyone given you anything or asked you to carry—” Her question’s cut off when she slips the Purple Yurple vibrator from its bag. It’s ten inches long and nice and thick. Luca likes to put it in my pussy while he fucks my ass if Uncle Domani’s too busy to join us.

“
What the hell?” Her voice rises until it’s shrill on the end and draws the attention of the passersby. And it isn’t as if Bertha keeps it down, either. No. She
has
to get
everyone’s
attention. “What’s this? Girl, are you some kind of a nympho slut person?”

I grit my teeth. I am, but not like she means. I only fuck the men in my ex-stepfather’s family. Not every freaking man on the planet.

The woman clucks her tongue and sets it aside, diving back into the bag. She tugs out my three quart sized bags, each filled with several three ounce bottles. All of ‘em packed with God’s gift to sexaholics: lube.

“
And what’s all this?”

I feel my face heating up. “Lube.”

The woman’s face goes blank. “Lube?”

I nod.

“
I’m going to have to test all of this.” She clutches the bags in one hand. “Thomas!”

I look over at Luca, and he’s smiling wide now. The ass.

“
Thomas!” Bertha raises her voice. “This nympho chick says this is lube. I need you to test it!”

Oh, God, let the ground swallow me up now. There’s a chair behind me and I slump down onto it. I would be totally okay if the world ended right about now.

“
Now, missy, I still have to pat you down. Don’t sit just yet.”

Any thoughts at exploring my bi-curiosity just flew out the window. I’ll forever equate lesbian sex with a pat-down by Big Bertha.

It feels like hours later, but only fifteen minutes have passed when I finally escape the clutches of Bertha and Thomas.

And also short two quart-sized bags of lubricant.

Damn it.

By the time we’re finally through security and at our gate, we’ve only got time for a quick call to Uncle Domani before we start boarding.

The minute Daddy hits the send button, I snatch the phone from his hand, earning a loud laugh from him in response.

I just glare. The ass still thinks the security fiasco is funny.

Uncle answers on the first ring. “’Lo?”

“
Uncle Dom, did you know you can only have one bag of liquids? Did you? ‘Cause they took my…” I glance around and lower my voice “…lube away.”

“
What?
”

I stick my tongue out at Luca, feeling better now that I’ve got someone just as outraged as I am. “I know, right? And she waved my Purple Yurple around like it was a freakin’ sword.”

“
Wait, back up. You brought lube in your carry-on? Are you serious?”

Huh. Maybe he’s not as on my side as I thought. I think he’s more surprised I brought it rather than the fact that it got taken. I swear. I get no love.

Growling, I shove the phone at Luca. “Talk to your brother.”

He snags it, but also wraps an arm around my waist to tug me onto his lap. I land with a thud and a squeak, but wiggle until I’m settled and lay my head on his shoulder.

He chats with his brother, getting through the story using a hella-less amount of words than I would’ve used. I just relax against him, letting the vibrations and rumbles of his voice travel through me with every word he speaks.

Then I get mad all over again.

“
You’d think she’d know better.”

I elbow him in the side and he grunts, making me feel a smidge better. If I could smack him in full view of the people at the airport, I would.

He leans forward and places a soft kiss to my temple. “Yeah, our girl’s in need of a little release when we get there, I think.”

Okay, anger gone, insert tingles in pink bits. Yay!

I nuzzle his neck and he gives me a few more kisses, a squeeze to my hip and I feel the twitch of his cock beneath me.

The announcement for boarding interrupts our snuggles, but at least I have a promise of more later.

While he’s finishing his call with Dom, I grab my bag and our tickets and get in line to trudge onto the plane.

It’s not long before we’re settled in our first class seats. The first thing Luca does is request a blanket for me, since I tend to get cold.

Before I know it, everyone’s boarded and we’re taking off, plane rising high into the sky.

Less two quart-sized bags of lube.

Yeah, I’m still pissed about that.

The fasten seatbelt light turns off and Luca leans over to me. “You okay, Angel?”

Daddy’s lips brush my ear, and a subtle shiver travels down my spine. “Mmm-hmm.”

I’ve got my eyes closed, resting as we hurtle through the air toward my cousin’s college town. He’s graduating summa cum laude from Dynamic International College—D.I.C.

“
You know, you should use the restroom now if you need to.”

I smirk. “I may. But I also may not lock the door just right. And…you may have to check on me.”

I turn my head and brush his lips with mine, snake out my tongue to tease him. Already, my pussy is growing heavy, aching…anticipating what’s to come.

Heh. Come.

I’m only wearing a thin sundress, no bra and panty-free. I learned long ago to wear something with easy access and no undergarments.

So yeah, my nipples are hard and pressing against the barely-there cotton dress, perking up and waiting for my daddy’s touch.

“
Oh, Angel, you never have to worry. I’ll always check on you and make sure you’re okay.”

He takes my teasing to the next level, adding heat. His tongue slips between my lips, and I drown in his taste. I lap at his invasion, lick and stroke him, savor the hint of coffee that lingers in his mouth. Luca’s mine. My man and my daddy. He knows just how to touch me, kiss me, to make me go wild.

I feel my pussy growing wetter with each passing second and I thank God that the seats are leather and not fabric. At least, they’ll be easy to clean before I leave.

I press closer, and he eases away, nips my lower lip before soothing it with a brush of his. “Go.”

Smiling, I lean away and toss the blanket aside before rising to scoot past him and then toward the front of the plane.

Whisper a polite “excuse me” when I brush by the attendant in the aisle, and before I know it, I’m behind the closed door of the tiny bathroom.

Looking around, I’m not sure how we’ll accomplish this.

There’s a small toilet, barely-there counter and a sink that looks like it’s the size of a football.

All righty then.

I take a seat on the toilet and wait, pulse increasing as the seconds tick by, excitement creating butterflies in my stomach. My pussy’s ready. More than, actually. I’m growing wetter with every breath and it’s taking everything in me not to squirm on the plastic seat.

Then…thankfully…the door slides open to reveal Luca. I hop to my feet, one arm going around his neck to pull him into a kiss while I palm his cock. It grows harder with every stroke along his hidden length.

Our tongues tangle, and while I’m occupied with getting his engine running, he’s busy hiking up my short skirt, freezing air bathing my ass and cunt.

He cups my ass, pulls the cheeks apart, and his fingers move along my crack, dragging along my nerves.

God, I need more. I hike a leg around his waist, rub my pussy against him and search for more friction. My clit’s just pounding in time with each roll of my hips. Fucking love this. Love him.

I tear my lips away from his. “Daddy. God, need you to fuck me.”

Luca releases my leg so I’m standing on my own and spins me around. A strong hand on my lower back forces me to bend over and I brace my hands on the closed toilet. “Look at that pretty little pussy.”

A single finger traces along my crack until he delves between my lower lips, and then shoves two fingers into my cunt, spearing me, and I barely bite back my scream of pleasure.

He knows just how to touch me, how to push those buttons and make me shout.

“
Your pussy’s nice and wet for me, huh? All ready to get fucked by your daddy? Little slut that takes it on a plane.” He leans over me, and I feel the ridge of his cock against my ass. “Gotta be quiet or we’ll get arrested. Then you won’t get to have your fun when we land. Can my little slut be quiet?”

I tighten around his invading fingers, biting my lip to keep from moaning, and nod.

“
Good girl.”

I whine when he slips his fingers free of my cunt, but it’s cut off when he reaches around me and presses them to my lips. “Lick them clean, baby, and then I’ll give you what you want.”